The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

The coach of the No. 1 Middle School called two timeouts.

Setting up a defense against Fu Hua was ineffective.

Three-man encirclement?

She can squeeze through gaps in people.

Full press?

Her dribbling was so steady it was like the ball was glued to her hands.

With two minutes remaining, the score was tied.

The No. 1 Middle School is on offense. Their star player, number 6, has the ball and tries to force his way into the paint.

Fu Hua suddenly abandoned her defender and rushed straight for number 6.

The opponent was taken aback and instinctively passed the ball—

late.

Fu Hua seemed to have anticipated this, intercepting the ball midway and turning to charge.

The entire No. 1 Middle School team returned to defense.

The five men formed an impenetrable wall in the front field.

Fu Hua stopped outside the three-point line.

"She's going to shoot a three-pointer!"

The coach from the No. 1 Middle School was yelling from the sidelines.

Five people pounced on him at the same time.

Fu Hua smiled, a very faint smile.

Then she dribbled, not forward.

Instead, it took a large step back to the side and rear.

The player was still two steps away from the three-point line.

Jump and shoot.

The ball traced an extremely high arc.

Everyone in the stadium looked up, watching the ball fly towards the basket.

Time seemed to slow down.

"Clang—swish—"

Place the tray into the basket.

A decisive goal.

The final whistle blew.

Scoreboard in position:

No. 76, City No. 1 Middle School

Minghua High School, 78.

Won.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Then, the entire stadium exploded.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

The students from Class 6 rushed down and surrounded Fu Hua.

Zhang Wen hugged her, laughing and crying at the same time: "Huahua, how did you do that? You're so cool, so cool!!!"

Fu Hua was squeezed so tightly she could hardly breathe.

A bright and cheerful smile appeared on his face.

Fu Hua raised her eyes and looked at Fu Youchuan.

Fu Youchuan remained standing there, as if struck by lightning.

His teammate gave him a push: "Brother Chuan, we won! We won!"

The announcement over the microphone in the stands stated that Minghua High School had won the match.

After a while, the noise in the stadium still hadn't subsided at all.

The team from No. 1 Middle School, though they lost, showed great sportsmanship.

The team leader led the way over and gave Fu Hua a thumbs up: "You're awesome, classmate. I'm truly impressed."

A girl can win against them.

They accepted their defeat wholeheartedly.

Fu Youchuan stood to the side, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, his lips moving slightly.

He couldn't bring himself to say something like "it was just luck."

He knew better than anyone that on the field, it was all about skill.

Fu Hua didn't even lift her eyelids, only casually tossing out a sentence: "Don't forget the bet."

Five words, as cold as ice crystals.

This effectively choked Fu Youchuan, leaving him speechless.

His chest heaved violently twice, but he couldn't utter a single sound, his eyes reddening from holding it in.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded from the stands.

Director Wang practically rushed down, not caring about his leadership image at all.

He grabbed Fu Hua's arm: "Hey classmate! You play basketball so well, join our provincial team!"

No, the national youth training team! I guarantee you, if you come,

Training conditions, nutritional subsidies, future education... we'll arrange the best for you!

His eyes lit up, and he spoke at a rapid pace, like a machine gun.

He was practically spitting out saliva.

Everyone around was stunned.

Are there really leaders from the sports commission watching the game?

Without even discussing it, they selected the person on the spot?

I chose a girl again.

Are the sports commission leaders begging people to join the team?

Fu Youchuan listened from the side, his face growing paler with each sentence he heard.

Did the Sports Commission select Fu Hua?

The place he desperately wanted to get into, the leader there practically begged her to go.

Why should Fu Hua get such a great opportunity?

Fu Youchuan's ears were ringing and his vision was going black.

He couldn't catch his breath, swayed, and collapsed.

"Brother Chuan?!"

"Second Brother!"

Fu Chaochao screamed and rushed over, frantically checking the situation with several team members.

The person had already fainted, and their face was deathly pale.

"Quick! Get him to the hospital!"

The others didn't dare to delay and quickly carried the person out.

The principal instructed the head of academic affairs to accompany him and report any developments immediately.

He himself had to stay behind to deal with Director Wang.

This leader now only has eyes for Fu Hua.

Fu Hua is the darling of Minghua High School, a promising talent.

We can't let the sports commission poach our players.

"Director Wang, Director Wang, please listen to me,"

With a pained expression, Principal Gao pulled the person aside.

"Fu Hua... she's not cut out for sports, she..."

"This isn't all there is to it?!"

Director Wang pointed at the scoreboard, his voice cracking, "Old Gao, are you blind? How many students in the whole country could you find with Fu's performance just now?!"

"No, she's really focused on studying!"

Principal Gao wanted to open his heart to him.

"Ranked first in her grade, with a total score of 750, a prospective member of Professor Yan's research station at Peking University. She's aiming for a career in academics; playing basketball... is purely a hobby!"

A series of titles were presented, leaving Director Wang stunned.

The principal of the city's No. 1 High School also chimed in: "Wait, Lao Gao, the exam genius you mentioned... is that her?"

Several teachers from the No. 1 Middle School also listened attentively.

They had long heard that a phenomenal academic genius had emerged from Central China University of Technology.

He was also exceptionally admitted to the research station.

But it doesn't match the figure on the court at all.

"How did you do that?"

Someone murmured a question that echoed everyone's thoughts.

Their future is practically in the spotlight.

In fact, a lot of knowledge is interconnected.

Playing ball is a matter of coordination and calculation.

Judging defensive gaps, calculating the trajectory of a shot, and predicting the opponent's movement are essentially the same as solving math and physics problems.

Fu Hua's incredible skill is the result of countless practices in her previous life.

Not far away, Principal Gao and Director Wang were whispering to each other.

"No, no."

Director Wang frowned, unwilling to give up: "I still want to hear what Fu said himself."

Director Wang ran back with a big smile on his face.

Principal Gao anxiously chased after her, desperately trying to wink at Fu Hua.

"Fu, even if you choose the path of sports, you can still get into the best schools. You don't need to give me an answer right away. Go back and talk to your family first."

Thank you for your appreciation.

Fu Hua smiled gently and said calmly, "I don't plan to pursue sports. My dream is to do scientific research, and my family supports me."

"You really don't need to rush into making a decision."

Fu Hua smiled but remained silent, her eyes filled with determination.

Principal Gao smiled and said, "Director Wang, I already told you, this child's ambitions lie elsewhere."

Director Wang had no choice but to sigh deeply.

He then pulled out a business card from his pocket and shoved it into Fu Hua's hand: "Fu, this has my address on it. If you ever change your mind, just give me a call. The national team doors are always open for you."

The surrounding basketball players looked at them with admiration.

They weren't jealous that Fu Hua was chosen.

This kind of overwhelming power was truly something they had never seen before.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The basketball players from the No. 1 Middle School didn't leave; they pushed and shoved each other as they crowded around.

Their eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

"Fu Hua, how did you practice that crossover?"

"Can you teach us how to shoot a three-pointer?"

"Could you come and offer some guidance during next week's training?"

Lin Bei stood not far away, watching Fu Hua being surrounded.

My heart feels like it's stuffed with a wad of damp cotton, making me feel suffocated.

He wanted to go over, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

The figure of Xie Ci, who was at the racecourse yesterday, reappeared.

The way that person looked at Fu Hua, and the natural ease with which Fu Hua spoke to him…

What right does he have to stand beside her?